Bottom of the Bottle
You came home late last night
I noticed not because I waited for you
but because when you're outside pounding on the door you were moaning your name
and when you're searching for the keys the rustles echoed in the night
and when you finally opened the door you stumbled into the lamp
Shattering it to pieces
maybe it's a sign
that you can't see the light anymore
but I still can
I guess you don't care
I mean you don't call me anymore
and you don't say where you going to be
you just say that I don't understand
but how can i if you don't share
you don't tell me what's wrong
but then you say that you can stop whenever you want to
but you don't want to
I want you to
Don't you see the hole you're digging yourself in
that your breath is a toxic fume contaminating my air
And that your head keeps drifting down and you struggle to pick it up to try to show me that you're ok
your eyes are slow to blink because they are tired of carrying all your baggage
And then you start to slur your words
I can't understand you
why do you do this
why do I do this
I don't stay up all night and put you to bed
and make you your food
just for you to do it all over again
No, I do it so you can feel better
so that tomorrow night you don't have to go back
so that we can get better
and things will be better
You don't need to stop all at once
Just one sip at a time is enough
Say that you will try
just let me know there is hope
And stop searching for the answers at the bottom of the bottle